~Celeste's POV~
The next morning,I was packing as I ate my breakfast,when I got a text from Christian,saying good morning and which café we'd meet at.
I texted him back,saying I'd be there in ten minutes. I washed my dish,brushed my teeth,and grabbed my two suitcases. I got in the car,and drove down to the café,parking at Ryan's apartment,which he always let me on these very rare travel occasions.
I grabbed my suitcases from the backseat,and ran into the café. The boys hugged me and Christian handed me a venti cup of coffee. "I forgot to ask what you like,so it's a white chocolate mocha." He said.
"Thank you so much,I really appreciate that. That's actually my favorite!" I replied gratefully. His face lit up.
Once Pat and Jesse got their orders,we went out to the bus. I put my suitcases by the bunks,and Mitchel showed me around.
"This is our little kitchen. Mainly for snacks and junkfood,and we don't really have anything except drinks in the fridge,cause we mainly eat out." He explained.
"And this is our on the go studio and lounge. Clinton is usually in here when we have a day off just driving to the next venue." "And this is Ryan. Our photographer. Ryan,this is Celeste. She's our merch girl now!" Mitchel explained happily!
Ryan got up and shook my hand. "Good to meet you." He said with a warm smile. "You too." I replied.
"And this is the bathroom-" Mitchel started.
"No shitting! And Don't let Kras shit in their again Mitchel!" Clinton laughed,walking over.
"Noted!" Mitchel laughed. "Got it." I replied lightly laughing with a nod.
"And now you get to pick a bunk." Mitchel replied. I walked through the bunks,and found an empty bottom bunk. I sat in it,and took off my hoodie.
"Are you sure you want to sleep right across from Christian?" Pat asked.
I shrugged. "I've had guy friends that were practically world war three aka world war Z. You lot don't look like you could do any harm." I replied.
They all laughed. "Wait till Jesse or Kras are trying to crawl into my bunk! You'll get the worst of it then!" Mitchel replied with a chuckle.
I laughed too. "I mean hey, it's all in good fun. I'm sure I can manage. I mean I am a bartender. I can fight." I replied reassuringly.
"She's got optimism. Which is what we all lack. I like her." Jesse replied.
"It's called Depression,Horsie." Clinton replied. "It's called debilitating anxiety, smartass." Mitchel added In.
"Just add in some wack ass insomnia with a dash of paranoid trust issues." I chimed in.
"Fucking right! That's the worst part!" Mitchel replied.
"Fucking facts! Like it'd be dope if my medication actually worked! But nope! So I gotta use alternatives!" I sighed.
"True that. Weed helps a lot." Clinton replied.
"She means Xanax,and Adderall, stupid." Mitchel replied jokingly.
"Actually,herbal tea exists for a reason. As do meditation tracks on Spotify. But yea,weed helps too." I replied.
"Oh she uses healthy alternatives! Unlike someone I know!" Jesse chimed in sassily.
"Oi! Ya hypocrite!" Christian laughed. "aye I quit eight months ago! So I get to tell you so!" Jesse laughed.
Pat looked at me and snickered.
"HEY! Everyone has their thing! Faults and flaws aside! As long as it helps you calm down and get your shit together, there's no judgement!" "Unless it's like super super hard deadly shit. That's when it's a problem. But otherwise,go crazy!" I replied supportively.
"I like her." Pat chimed in.
"And you're very likeable as well." I replied.
The boys all sat on their bunks,but Christian sat next to Mitchel,and held him.
"No they're not dating. They're just affectionate and enjoy acting like boyfriends. But no, they're not Dating." Jesse said before I even got a word out.
"Alright. That I respect. But let me just say,I do support lgbtq. I've worked a few non profit tents for a few charities at a good number of music festivals." "And I've had friends who are. So no judgement." I replied.
"See? Likeable." Pat said.
I softly smiled and shrugged. "I try." I replied.
"How long till the next venue?" I yawned. Clinton checked his watch and the map on his phone. "another three and a half hours. I'm gonna hit the hay." He replied,yawning.
"Me too." I replied. "I third." Jesse chimed in. Pat,Mitchel and Christian all went to the lounge. I laid down,and dozed off.
